of this young man; and when he spoke of his desire
to be explicit, she thought that he had better be
explicit anywhere rather than in her drawing-room.
’You may remember,’ he said, ’that
I had the pleasure of meeting your daughter here before
I left the country five years ago.’ Then
she listened with all her ears. There were not
many things in this empty, vain, hard unattractive
world which excited her. But the one thing in
regard to which she had hopes and fears, doubts and
resolutions,—the one matter as to which
she knew that she must ever be on her guard, and yet
as to which she hardly knew how she was to exercise
her care,—was her child. ’And
once I have seen her since I have been back, though
only for a moment.’ Then he paused as though
expecting that she should say something;—but
what was it possible that she should say? She
only looked at him with all her eyes, and retreated
a little from him with her body, as anxious to get
away from a man of his class who should dare even
to speak to her of her girl. ’The truth
is, Mrs. Bolton, that her image has been present to
me through all my wanderings, and I am here to ask
her to be my wife.’ She rose from her chair
as though to fly from him,—and then sitting
down again stared at him with her mouth open and her
eyes fixed upon him. His wife! Her Hester
to become the wife of such a one as that! Her
girl, as to whom, when thinking of the future life
of her darling, she had come to tell herself that
there could be no man good enough, pure enough, true
enough, firm enough in his faith and life, to have
so tender, so inestimable a treasure committed to his
charge!
Chapter XVIII
Robert Bolton
Caldigate felt at the moment that he had been very
abrupt,—so abrupt as to have caused infinite
dismay. But then it had been necessary that he
should be abrupt in order that he might get the matter
understood. The ordinary approaches were not
open to him, and unless he had taken a more than usually
rapid advantage of the occasion which he had made for
himself, he would have had to leave the house without
having been able to give any of its inmates the least
idea of his purpose. And then,—as
he said to himself,—matrimony is honest.
He was in all worldly respects a fit match for the
young lady. To his own thinking there was nothing
preposterous in the nature of his request, though it
might have been made with some precipitate informality.
He did not regard himself exactly as the lady regarded
him, and therefore, though he saw her surprise, he
still hoped that he might be able to convince her that
in all that he was doing he was as anxious for the
welfare of her child as she could be herself.
She sat there so long without saying a word that he
found himself obliged to renew his suit. ’Of
course, Mrs. Bolton, I am aware how very little you
know of me.’
‘Nothing at all,’ she answered, hurriedly;—’or
rather too much.’